Undead || Book 1 || Paranormal

III

2 Months Ago.....

Armaggedon is upon us! That was the thought running through all of the soildiers of the Cause. All of their hard work was going to go to waste! The Queen is going to win!

Their comrades lay in bloody and broken heaps of flesh, struck from head to toe with bits and pieces of deadly shrapnel from the Queen's latest convoy of spear launchers. The resistance was falling and the kingdom they once called home would fall even lower than before.

Gairo Hartman knew what she had to do though, the time was right, the battle was at it's peak. It was a mission she and she alone could be capable of carrying out.

She could taste the sweet scent of victory as she struggled to not make the slightest noise that would alert the Queen of a presence behind her throne. The Gairo crept carefully, controlling every breath and growl of her starving stomach.

She had been sitting still for hours waiting for the right moment strike. She rose quietly and spun a sword in her hand, she boosted herself to the top of the throne, no one had noticed her yet; even the Queens own two bodyguards were unaware of the danger about to befall their ruler.

Gairo Hartman admired the Queens luminescent pale blonde hair, slim frame, and sparkling jewelry but soon came to her senses and focused on all of the horrible things she had done: killing livestock, making deals with evil men, slaughtering innocent families, taking much needed resources, cheating on everything from truces to treaties.

Hartman aimed for her golden necklace when she sliced Queen Ghastala's head from her shoulders.